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A moment later.
Jessica suddenly curled the corner of her mouth, took the initiative to open her arms, and revealed an incredibly domineering smile.
Skye, not to be outdone, curved her eyes, revealed a sweet smile, and went to meet her.
The two women embraced.
"Good job, Agent." Jessica patted the back of Skye.
"You too, CEO." Skye responded.
Afterward, the two released each other and turned to leave in opposite directions.
The very moment they turned their backs, a fighting spirit to win ignited in both of their eyes.
...
New York, Vought Advanced Medical Center.
VIP intensive care unit.
The Sorcerer Ancient One had passed the critical period and was sitting up in the hospital bed, watching the news broadcast on the wall-mounted TV.
The hospital room door was pushed open.
Homelander walked in, pulled over a chair, and sat down by the bedside.
"Master, you look much better." Homelander said.
The Ancient One turned to look at Homelander.
She unleashed a rare, incredibly relaxed smile, as if she had laid down a heavy burden.
"You have come, Anthony."
"Congratulations on creating a miracle."
"I am merely fulfilling my duty, Master." Homelander said humbly.
The Ancient One took the hand of Homelander and said softly.
"I have lived for a long time and have faced desperate situations many times."
"But I never thought that one day I would be able to see Dormammu meet such an end with my own eyes."
"For so many years, the astral mark left by Dormammu has been troubling me. It is a curse that cannot be shaken off. But now..."
The Ancient One looked into the eyes of Homelander, her gaze filled with complex emotions.
"I cannot feel anything anymore; the mark has disappeared."
"You helped me find liberation. Thank you, Anthony. I do not know how I can repay you."
Notification! Gained special popularity value +30000! (From the Ancient One)
Hearing the system notification, Homelander smiled brightly.
"I have received your thanks, Master."
"This is the best repayment for me."
The Ancient One felt the sincerity in the smile of Homelander, which sought no reward, and it deeply moved the Sorcerer Supreme who had lived for hundreds of years.
The gaze she directed at Homelander became increasingly gentle.
"So, what is next, Master?" Homelander continued to ask, "What are your plans? You should not need to fake your death anymore, right?"
The Ancient One chuckled softly.
She shook her head and looked at the night view outside the window.
"I do not know."
The Ancient One sighed, her tone revealing a hint of relief, but also mixed with an indescribable emptiness.
"For thousands of years, resisting Dormammu and guarding the dimensional barrier has been the only reason for Kamar-Taj's existence. It is also the meaning of my lingering on until now."
"Now Dormammu is dead. To be honest, Anthony, I suddenly feel a bit lost. I do not know where I should go or what I should do."
Homelander looked at the Sorcerer Supreme who had lost her goal and gently patted the back of her hand.
"Since you have nothing to do... why do you not help me host a challenge."
"Very well." The Ancient One agreed without hesitation.
She did not ask for the reason, did not ask for the location, and did not ask who the opponent was.
Having received a definitive answer, Homelander left the hospital room feeling satisfied.
...
Vought Tower, Homelander's luxury suite.
The moment the door opened, Homelander saw Jessica.
Jessica was standing with her back to him in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
Wearing a tight black leather outfit with the zipper pulled very low, it outlined her wild, tense curves.
Hearing the door open, she turned around, her eyes burning with the fire of desire.
Homelander smiled wickedly, and the two had no need for superfluous words.
A frenzied two-person exercise ensued.
Jessica seemed to have been stimulated by something today.
Demanding endlessly, time and time again.
Until she was drenched in sweat, completely exhausted, and finally fell into a deep sleep.
Before losing consciousness, a final thought flashed through her mind:
"I have drained Anthony dry. Let us see what other ways you have to seduce him, you little Agent bitch..."
Listening to the steady breathing of Jessica, Homelander sat up from the bed.
He stretched his body.
He seemed to still have some lingering desire.
Immediately, he walked into the bathroom and took a shower.
After drying off and walking out, Homelander felt refreshed, without a hint of exhaustion.
He even felt that his ammunition depot was full again.
"Wow..." Homelander marveled inwardly, the ability he had upgraded this time was truly powerful.
At this moment, the gentle voice of Skynet sounded in the room.
"Sir, Ms. Skye called you twelve times just now. Given that you were doing the things you love to do, to ensure your experience, I muted them."
"Do you need me to call her back for you?"
Homelander tossed the towel aside and put his uniform back on.
"No need, I am going to find her now."
...
V.G.D. Headquarters dormitory area.
Skye had changed into loose pajamas, walking back and forth on the floor barefoot with her phone in hand.
Twelve missed calls had her mind racing with wild thoughts.
Several times she reached for the emergency distress device on her wrist, wanting to turn the switch, but ultimately forced herself to suppress the urge.
She warned herself not to be so willful.
"Think on the bright side." She muttered to herself, trying to comfort herself.
"He is not with Jessica, but rather encountered a powerful enemy again and is trapped in a place where he cannot receive a signal, leading to the lost contact."
"Right, that must be it!" She nodded repeatedly, giving herself psychological suggestion.
"Knock, knock, knock."
The sound of knocking rang out.
A familiar male voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"Hello, Skye."
"Do you mind if I... come in and sit for a while? And let me connect to your Wi-Fi while I am at it."
She immediately stopped in her tracks; this familiar phrase filled Skye with pleasant surprise.
She did not even bother to put on her slippers, rushed to the door in two or three steps, and pulled the door open.
Homelander was looking at her with a smile on his face.
Skye's heart accelerated, and she hurriedly made way, inviting Homelander into the room.
"O...Of course, please do. I have left a backdoor open for you; you can connect however you want."
She jokingly said, pretending to be calm, trying to hide the nervousness in her heart.
The smile on the face of Homelander deepened.
He lowered his head slightly, leaned close to the ear of Skye, and said softly.
"I just finished showering."
A flush instantly covered the cheeks of Skye.
"I... I have not washed yet."
"It does not matter." Homelander lowered his voice and said, "I just like the scent on you."
Immediately, he lowered his head and kissed her.
...
The next morning.
Finally satisfied, Homelander arrived at the Homelander office of V.G.D.
He spiritedly picked up a cup of 37℃ fresh milk delivered by Skynet and took a big gulp.
Looking at the Manhattan sunshine outside the window, he was in a great mood.
"System..." Homelander thought to himself, preparing to share the love equally. "Give me two... superhero blind boxes as well."